The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 21: Netherworld Call for Souls
Zhang Ye, who just closed the door, said in his mind: "The branch mission is completed, get a seal."
A square seal appeared in Zhang Ye's hand. The material was gentle and must not be anything ordinary. Zhang Ye turned the seal over and wanted to see what characters were engraved on it, but found that there was not a single word on the seal.
"System, is it possible that I cannot engrave by myself?" Zhang Ye didn't know how to engrave at all.
"Please customize the four characters for the host." The system prompts.
Customize, Zhang Ye thought for a while and joked: "Do you think it's okay to engrave'Zhang Ye is so handsome'?"
"Ding Dong, the carving is finished."
Zhang Ye has a black line on his face, just kidding, are you serious? I quickly flipped through the seal, and sure enough, the four characters in the small seal type were ‘Zhang Ye is so handsome’.
"Can you modify it?" Zhang Ye was speechless.
"Once engraved, no modification is allowed." The system coldly rejected Zhang Ye.
really lifted a rock and hit him in the foot. Zhang Ye, as the future **** of forging, is too casual with such a seal, but Zhang Ye immediately thought about it. I was so handsome and afraid of being an egg.
I have to say that Zhang Ye has gone farther and farther on the road of vulgar narcissism.
Immediately, Zhang Ye took out the local tyrant sword and covered it with his seal. The four big red characters "Zhang Ye is so handsome" appeared on the sword, as if it were carved up, with clear lines.
was stamped, and the power of the flying sword suddenly increased by 10%. Zhang Ye was convinced that the current local tyrant sword could be comparable to the lower-grade spiritual weapon. By the way, the Great Elder of the Lingtai Sect only imposed a camouflage on the local tyrant sword, not a seal of power, as long as it does not stimulate the full power of the local tyrant sword, it is generally the same as the upper-grade magic weapon.
Zhang Ye held the local tyrant sword and slept happily. The next day the sun rose as usual, Zhang Ye opened the door refreshedly, closed for two days, and must be open today. After all, the promotion of forging level requires him to continue to gain experience.
Just opened the door, the monks who had been waiting for a long time filed in and saluted Zhang Ye with fists: "Congratulations, Boss Zhang, for making top-grade magical artifacts."
"Boss Zhang is young and promising, he is really a role model for my generation!"
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Even if he helped them repair and refine them before, he was not admired so far. Then Zhang Ye realized that although he had superb forging skills in the past, he still belonged to the ranks of craftsmen, but he refined the top-grade magical tools (in fact, the best method After making him a master, at least, even Elder Ouyang can’t compare to him in the technique of forging flying swords. Can these monks not fawn?
, who understood this, Zhang Ye just nodded slightly to the monks, and didn't take those flattering words too seriously.
Many monks saw that Zhang Ye was not young and energetic, guarding against arrogance and rashness, and admired a lot. Someone suggested: "Boss Zhang, I didn't see it yesterday, can we see the high grade method? What does it look like..."
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, you are good. Yesterday I heard about the birth of the top grade artifact. I didn't fall asleep all night, just let me take a look."
"By the way, Boss Zhang, can you sell your top-grade artifacts?"
"Come on, you, even if Boss Zhang sells it, can you afford it?"
The monks are joking, and there is no lack of suspicion of pleasing Zhang Ye. They only hope that Zhang Ye can show his high-grade magical artifacts and open everyone's eyes.
"Don't show it." Zhang Ye simply and rudely rejected a group of monks who pleased him. The sword I worked so hard at, why would you give it to me if you want to see it?
The cultivators complained: "Boss Zhang, I'm a regular customer in our shop. Look at a lot of meat."
"Boss Zhang, is this okay, if I pay, can I use it as a visit fee?"
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The monks begged and even tempted, Zhang Ye suddenly said: "Who else wants to see the sword, raise his hand?"
"I am!" The monks thought Zhang Ye was relieved, and quickly raised their hands to sign up.
"Okay, all those who raised their hands just now will leave." Zhang Ye said Shen Shen, "because this is not within the business scope of this shop."
The cultivators who raised their hands became stiff. Fuck, Boss Zhang, this is the next trick... A group of people waved their hands again and again, never mentioning the sword: "I almost forgot, I'm here to maintain the flying sword. Of!"
"Yes, yes, the inner door competition is about to begin, so don't sharpen your knife and chop wood by mistake!"
Zhang Ye smiled without speaking, took the sword of the cultivator in the front, and began to temper.
Zhang Ye is a workaholic. Once he starts to work, he almost never rests. After refining a flying sword every day, he starts endless flying sword repairs. Now his reputation is big, even if the fee is expensive, repairs Feijian people also kept coming.
During the period, someone took the time to pluck up the courage to ask: "Boss Zhang, when will you start adding new business? For example, selling or helping to build a top grade flying sword?"
This is the issue that everyone is most concerned about. Now Zhang Ye’s blacksmith shop only has two businesses of repair and refining, but Zhang Ye can create top-grade artifacts, but he does not carry out this business. The monks are very anxious.
"It depends on the mood." Zhang Ye didn't tell the truth. In fact, the top-grade artifacts are a fart to him, because as long as he has the right materials, he can make them into the top-grade artifacts. He produced low-grade magical tools to avoid being too shocking. He thought about starting the business created by Feijian for a while. After all, everyone should be low-key.
The monks sighed and sighed, the ten unsolved mysteries of the cultivation world, Boss Zhang’s mood can definitely be counted as number one.
Zhang Ye is doing a lot of work here, Han Ling'er's father Han Wushuang received the news and hurried back to his cave.
"I have seen the great elder!" Han Wushuang respectfully saluted. I don't know why the great elder suddenly summoned him. He looked at his bewildered daughter standing aside.
Because of the presence of the Great Elder, Han Linger was inconvenient to explain, but gave a relieved look at his father.
The great elder stroked his beard: "No gift." Then the great elder sacrificed a roll of soul flags, "Wushuang, I heard that you want to use the soul gathering flags to bring Xiaoya back to life?"
Xiaoya is Han Ling'er's mother, Zhao Ya. When Han Wushuang saw the soul gathering banner, his expression trembled. This is the only possibility he can save his wife. He immediately said excitedly: "Yes."
The elder nodded: "Your husband and wife have made great contributions in the battle between the two domains, but the sect did not fulfill their duties. Therefore, the old man brought the soul gathering flags, try it, and see if you can recruit Back to Xiaoya's soul."
Han Wushuang's eyes were red, and for a while, he didn't know what to say, and he slammed his head: "Thank you, the elder!"
Great Elder shook his head slightly: "Don’t thank me first. The Soul Gathering Banner was severely injured in the battle between the two domains. It fell from a high-grade spiritual weapon to a middle-grade magic weapon, and its power is not as good as before. Therefore, the old man can not guarantee Success."
Han Wushuang nodded. He knew that the soul gathering flag of the town sect had been severely damaged. It could even be said that the soul gathering flag was used once less once. This is why it takes a lot of credit to get the right to use it once, he said : "Regardless of whether things happen or not, the disciples are grateful for the kindness of the elder!"
"If you want to be grateful, thank you for having a good daughter with Xiaoya." The elder smiled kindly, with the brilliance flowing in his hands, and the soul gathering banner grew as long as it faced the wind.
Han Wushuang was a little confused about what the elder said. He worked hard to complete the sect mission, but he still failed to reach the level of using the soul-gathering flag. He never thought that the elder personally used the soul-gathering flag, it turned out to be his daughter’s Credit?
But now that the soul gathering flag has been activated, Han Wushuang has no intention to ask his daughter, but he looks at the soul gathering flag hopefully.
The soul gathering flag is dark and exuding a sorrowful aura. When the soul gathering flag grows to the size of the sail, it stops growing. Han Wushuang saw that the soul gathering flag was indeed seriously damaged. The soul gathering flag was in its heyday. The banner, once activated, will cover the sky and the sun, which is definitely not what it looks like.
But Han Wushuang clenched his fists. He believed that if the elder cast the spell, his wife's spirit would be recalled. This was also his obsession.
The great elder knotted a handprint, and the soul gathering streamer made a buzzing sound. This is the spirit of the spirit resisting, but the great elder shouted: "Naughty animal, how dare you to resist the law?"
The soul gathering flag trembled, and then there was no abnormality.
The great elder looked solemn and said to Han Ling'er: "Han Ling'er, use your blood to guide your mother's soul!"
"Yes!" Han Linger bit her finger immediately, and a drop of blood flew towards the soul gathering banner.
At this moment, a black human-shaped skeleton emerged from the soul gathering flag and swallowed Han Ling'er's blood in one bite. This is the spirit of the soul gathering flag. The great elder had been reprimanding it before.
The human-shaped skeleton swallowed Han Ling'er's blood, still a little reluctant, but the elder's eyes widened, and the human-shaped skeleton shuddered. He immediately stretched out his hands, grabbed the air in front of him, and tore it fiercely.
seems to have opened the door to another world~IndoMTL.com~ Through this rift, you can see the sea of corpses in another world. This is the legendary underworld?
Han Ling'er almost couldn't hold back, almost vomiting, even Han Wushuang was pale.
At this moment, a woman suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the breach. Han Wushuang's expression was excited, tears filled his eyes and blurted out: "Xiaoya!"
Han Ling'er also saw that figure, it was his mother.
The woman has a peaceful face. When her figure gradually became clearer, she opened her eyes suddenly. She looked at everything suspiciously. When she saw Han Wushuang and Han Ling'er, she opened her mouth and said something, but no one Hearing her words seemed to have an invisible barrier separating the two worlds.
"Sick!" The great elder formed a formation with his hands, a golden light flew towards the soul gathering flag, the human-shaped skeleton roared, and the skeleton hand reached into the gap in time and space.
The skeleton hand grasped Zhao Ya's soul, and was slowly withdrawing. All the people present were relieved. As long as Zhao Ya's soul was brought back, he could be resurrected.
But at this moment, a Rakshasa with the first two horns appeared. It looked very angry, brandishing a sickle, and directly chopped off the skeleton hand.
The Skeleton Man screamed up to the sky in pain, turned into black smoke, and disappeared in the soul gathering banner.
"No!" Han Wushuang hugged his head and said in pain. He was almost able to bring Zhao Ya's soul back. He never wanted to meet the guards of the underworld!
The Great Elder also sighed. He immediately closed the seal and was about to close the gap in time and space. Just as the gap was gradually shrinking, the Rakshasa in the underworld, as if seeing the sight here, immediately stretched out his hand and grabbed the healing soon. The crack in time and space, it roared, trying to tear it apart again to descend into this world.
The Great Elder's expression changed: "Not good!"